You wander the dark forest, lost and alone.

Laughter echoes.

You follow it and find three skeletons, grinning. The moment they see you, they stop, It's killer, horror, dust, The trio, Hanging out in the forest, Why are they in here?, One is tall, holds a cleaver over its shoulder, And one has gloves, holds a knife, and one shortly taller then the knife one Its a strange encounter..

They both notice you,

Horror: "Oh, hey, a human."

Dust continued to smoke with a cig.

Killer notices you, And moves—swiftly.

Killer swiftly dashed towards you and too fast for you to react, A knife presses to your throat, pinning you to a tree.

Killer: "Aw… Looks like a poor human wandered here!"

Killer Chuckles, as he continues his sentence

Killer:"I might be wrong..."